I could talk to any woman I wasn't attracted to. Charming, funny, relaxed. Then a gorgeous woman looked my way and I'd become a sweating, babbling mess.
The fix took me years to find and ten minutes to learn. Nervousness and excitement are the same physical state — pounding heart, adrenaline, flushed face. Your brain just picks the label. And you can pick a better one.
Rule 16 shows you how. You feel the nerves, relabel them as excitement, and let that energy pour out as enthusiasm. Women notice the guy radiating it. They always do.
Dafuk dude, get some sleep. Or search for God. I mean it, you start to become toxic. And you're my age, all your life is ahead of you.
I very much like your selection of women. Nice and curvy.
Three seconds. That's how long it took. Your shoes. Your posture. The way you held your drink. Whether you looked at the floor or looked at her.
She already filed you away. Interesting. Boring. Safe. Bold. Before you even opened your mouth.
Everything you say after that is just her confirming what she already decided.
So stop rehearsing lines. Fix the first three seconds. Stand tall. Look up. Smile like you mean it. Walk like you belong wherever you're standing.
The words come later. The impression comes first.
Life is what's toxic. Fatigue, migraine, pain, insomnia, the suffering caused by discrepancy between fantasy and reality, involuntary obsessions and compulsions and the burden of performance, neuroticism, cognitive biases, daily demands of subsistence, illness, infidelity, dysfunction, even boredom and sense of futility. That "life" is what we have ahead. And then finally the gift of death that makes it cease... but that the mind makes us fear. Evil doesn't exist in the world.... it's inflicted on us by our own minds.
It is a nice atmosphere.
Hippos? Lol... You posted a picture of a twink
You can skip the expensive cars, the fancy clothes, and the endless gym selfies. Completely unnecessary.
I used to freeze the second a beautiful woman looked my way. Frustrated. Awkward. Watching other guys walk away with the girl while I stood there tongue-tied.
Then I discovered 22 simple rules that rewired my entire dating life. The anxiety vanished. Conversations flowed effortlessly. Women started chasing me for a change.
These rules trigger a woman's subconscious attraction switches. And you can start using them tonight.
You started reading Schopenhauer, didn't you?
Nice atmosphere you have there. Be a shame if something happened to it
Heh, that stuff is mostly my own formulation - so far as there is such a vain and illusory notion as "originality". It's all me! His pretentious, distractive optimism has no chance against my philosophically pessimist response you quoted.
Schop is my favorite. Just my kind of grumpy old dude that sugar coats nothing.
Oh yeah, i remember you recommending it before. Ill order it when my payment comes.
You paid for dinner. You drove. You said "whatever you want is fine" every single time. All the effort, no expectations.
And she left anyway — probably for a guy who makes her pick up the pizza.
Painful. Also predictable. Her mind quietly concludes that anything requiring zero effort from her is worth exactly zero. You became a free sample, and free samples get taken for granted.
The 22 Rules flip the dynamic. Small shifts that get her investing effort, money, and time in you — until SHE'S the one afraid of losing YOU.
That saying's been used countless times. I don't know when it was first used, but I associate it most with Monty Python.
Well its not a twink anyway I still have enough size to bang, for that hyppo you posted it needs a 50cm d1ck only to pass the buttocks.
I didn't post any hippos bruh, if those ladies stepped in to any club or bar almost every guy there will be hollering and gawkingWell its not a twink anyway I still have enough size to bang, for that hyppo you posted it needs a 50cm d1ck only to pass the buttocks.
Doesnt look to me a twink but if it is that means none of us is banging altough for different reasons...mechanical reason still.
This should be of your liking, I just heard she has a high body count.
You've said it a hundred times. Maybe a thousand. And every time you say it, you train your brain to freeze the next time she walks into the room.
Leagues are a myth invented by guys who are scared of women.
She's a person. She has bad breath in the morning. She picks songs she can't sing in the shower. She overthinks her own texts.
Walk over. Say something. The league dissolves the second you open your mouth.
